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Tracy Vilardo Poem
Imagine there is a bank that credits
Your account each morning with $86,400.00
It cares over no balance from day to day
Every evening it deletes whatever part
Of the balance you failed to use during the day
What would you do?
Draw out every cent, of course!
Each of us has such a bank
It's name is TIME
Every morning it credits you
With 86,400 seconds
Every night it writes off,
As lost, whatever of this
You have failed to invest to good purposes.
It carries over no balance
It allows no overdrafts
Each day it opens a new account for you
At night it burns the remains of the day
If you fail to use the day's deposits,
All that is lost is yours.
There is no going back
Plus there is no drawing against "tomorrow".
You must live in the present
On today's deposits
Invest it so as to get from it
The utmost health, happiness, and success!
The clock is running
Make the most of today
To realize the vaule of One Year
Ask a student who failed a grade
To realize the vaule of One Month
Ask a mother who gave birth
To a pre-mature baby
To realize the vaule of One Week
Ask the editor of a weekly newspaper
To realize the vaule of One Day
Ask a daily wage laborer
With kids to feed.
To realize the vaule of One Hour
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet
To realize the vaule of One Minute
Ask a person who missed the train
To realize the vaule of One Second
Ask a person who just avoided an accident
To relaize the vaule of One Millisecond
Ask the person who won
A sliver medal in the Olympics
Treasure every moment that you have
And treasure it more
Because you was able to share it
With someone special
Special enough to spend your time.
And remember that time waits for no one
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift
That's why it is called the present!
Copyright © Tracy Vilardo | Year Posted 2007
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Tracy Vilardo Poem
It is truly amazing the human spirit,
Nothing in this world can come near it,
It overcomes seemingly impossible tasks,
Many a time no one asks.
We see it happen over and over again,
In children, as well as women and men,
We give from our hearts and very souls,
To help the needy reach common goals.
Most recently it has been seen with Hurricane and Flood,
People pulling together giving sweat and blood,
In the past it was most visible by 9/11,
With prayers and tears for those in heaven.
There are only those that see crime and hate,
And many say that for mankind it is far too late,
But whether your perception is good or bad,
This grateful note I wish to add.
To all the men, women and children who when they hear,
"This is impossible", "It just can't be done", or "Might as well just sit here",
Rise up and find a way to do what people say can't be done,
To save not only a million but even to save just ONE!
I thank you all for your sacrifice and prayer,
For you show the world that you do really care,
And remember this, "That the Human Spirit can not die",
For it lives on forever in each new baby's cry.
Copyright © Tracy Vilardo | Year Posted 2005
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Tracy Vilardo Poem
God decided to take you before I got to spend any time with you
I wanted to at least be able to hold and kiss on you during your life time
But before I got to lay eyes on your beautiful little face
He took you away to an Angelic place
He took you to heaven for you to stay
And that is where you will always remain
A very cruel man hurt me just so he could take your precious life
And now my heart will forever be filled with this permanent strife
I know that you will never be here with me
And that you are in Heaven with our Heavenly Father
That helps my heart ache just a little
But nothing will ever take away the piece of my heart that I buried with you
My Dear Gabriella Diane Courtright, I Love You!
And you will always be My Beautiful Little Angel!
I have wrote this poem for my precious baby girl that I had to bury exactly one month
ago today. I would gladly trade places with my daughter Gabriella right now. I wish
that cruel man would have let me carry you to term that way you could have kept the
Spirit that You and I share Alive.
Your Loving Mother,
Tracy Diane Vilardo
Copyright © Tracy Vilardo | Year Posted 2005
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Tracy Vilardo Poem
Life is a constant process of growth and change
Each day is a miracle filled with new discoveries and challenges
some days bring hurt and disaapointment also
But these too are challenges and as we grow
And as we change we learn to handle them with more ease.
Growing older emans growing in experience
Growing in courage and compassion
Growing in love and growing in strength.
Growing older means changing your life
To make it meaningful to you
Changing your attitude
And staying flexible about everyday living.
Life keeps getting better
As long you have a positive attitude.
Remind yourself of all the things you love about life
And do what your own heart tells you to do
Your tomorrow will always bring you good things
If you Live Each Day With Love!
Copyright © Tracy Vilardo | Year Posted 2005
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Tracy Vilardo Poem
My bare feet walk along the sand,
My footprints left behind
I smell the soft and salty air
And wander in my mind
A rock I see to sit upon
A seat within a stone
There is no one here but myself
But I am not alone.
The gentle waters kiss my feet
And once again recede
I feel a sweet contentment
That feels an aching need
I close my eyes and I picture you
Oh, it seems like so long ago
But I can hear your gentle voice
Within the tidal flow.
If ever I am lonely
And I need to feel you near
I will return here again to find you
I know that you're waiting here
All I have to do is close my eyes
And feel you caress and kiss my hand
I open my eyes and look down
And that is when I see two pairs of footprints in the sand!
Copyright © Tracy Vilardo | Year Posted 2005
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I am fired upi for Jesus
I want to follow in his footsteps.
To join the war on Satan
Keeping him in the fiery depths.
Come along and join us
And light the fire within.
A battle well worth the fight
To deafeat Satan and conquer sin.
To see sin and Satan fall
Will be the most wonderous sight.
So get Fired Up for Jesus
And join us all in the fight.
Copyright © Tracy Vilardo | Year Posted 2005
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